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Gotta have a big fat bank account, not petty amounts
Bud by the pounds, fuck a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some down ass hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
Thick bitches with a punch bowl of weed, I call it bud in bed
On the spread, plenty cash, dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass
A bed with hydraulics, liquor cause I'm alcoholic
No college for my knowledge cause I know how to make profits
Don't like expensive clothes, just the gangsta apparel
Grab my raffle as I walk down the threshold
Black as a shadow, smoked loc'd vehicle
Hit Triple 6 up on my Motorola portable
Keep me kilo pro flow in the studio
Part time gigolo, rock a show to make some dough
Lord Infamous, Mafioso gangsta pimp playa
Got you on my brand new Scarecrow underwear
600 Acre marijuana field in my backyard
Smokin' banana leaves on my lawn chair, playin' cards
A room full of motherfuckin' bombs and artillery
All fuckin' century
I need plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
I want it all or nothin'
Back in the days I was broke, no joke
Fucked up in town, no cheese, no hope
A nigga used to hike home from school on the bike trail
Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably make me bail
Lil' Emmitt, Dub was the niggas I used to hang with
Andre and Big Trees, North Memphis bound, bitch
Hangin' on evergreen corners, holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by, sayin' "Dirty bitch, what's up?"
But they wasn't goin' cause they want a nigga sellin' yam
New Vogue wave with the grill, with his ass in
95.0 Chevy thang with the vogues
But I used to catch the bus and lounge at the china store
I just couldn't wait, tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy J, a.k.a. the Juice, I want it on my tape
Sell and make money so the niggas in my hood'll know it
And when I'm ridin', I'll be singin' this chorus
I need plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
I want it all or nothin'
In '95, I decided, fuck this underground tape shit
Stack some cheese so quick plus all my deals it's time to break, bitch
Kinda quick, kinda fast to a bigger studio
Bullshit producers tryin' to fuck me up my asshole
Tradin' ass niggas sayin' they do this and that for me
If you ain't for real, then keep it to yourself
But see I ain't got time, plus ain't in
No mood for playin' no fuckin' games
You promise me somethin' and I don't
Get it, I gotta lay you down, mayne
In '99, nigga, I gotta make more than I did in the 9-4
Whatever it takes, it won't be easy cause in the 9-4
I had nowhere better, stay like this and get greater
Cause if a nigga fucked me now, I promise he'll pay for it later
That's why I be true to my game and I learned the business
Cause you will straight be missin' without a witness
I want a pound of weed in the Caddy, base in the den
A bank account readin' a mil' and a '95 Benz
I need plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope, a lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib, that's how I like to live
I want it all or nothin'
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